This is a song about "Taper"

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

I put lipstick on my hollow tip

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And i'll be the richest,but money isn't point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

But i just scroll through them, like results on bing/

Kiss my body from the tip top

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Waiting for what to end?

I trim this, cut in half, what is that?

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat